Nursling Specimen Formaldehyde Suspension

A sterile moisture infiltrated set of walls Surround you hanged off the ceiling watching As neon lights paints you of a Pale Green Color Celebrating my promiscuity Splurging my sticky gooey seed Merging the boundaries Of pleasure and suffering I throw a jab on your baby bump Dangling I stir your insides up With it what I achieve to get Is the falling out of your amniotic sac One more fetus to add To my trophies shelf Bringing relief to my loneliness Their little limbs Folded towards the glass Suspended into formaldehyde The Nurslings are wrapped In the liquid No life is now left in them now And with your ultimate life breath You exhale a scream A scream of pure horror After Seeing Your unborn child Becoming just another one Of my dusty ornaments